April 29, 2005
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April 29th, 2005.
Strange dreams last night. I dreamt of my father being up and about. The whole death thing? Nothing but a mistake. He was out in my parent’s house (significant move of apostrophe) front yard, picking crocuses. Later, Tyler had learned how to play harmonica, and was fucking RIPPING with it – and had joined ilyAIMY.…